Of summer afternoon, push gently open the door, full courtyard air is worn firm washed dress, the skirt of the bottom of a trouser leg that hike up and raise is placed, trail blast gently weak sweet. The mother is young on deck chair rest, the gardenia of summer is blossomming ardently, blossom on the side of in the mother. Suddenly that fleet with a bang is become at the heart swiftly ground between lesson and enter a higher school be born, associate with instant is clear, in memory, what can forget least of all is maternal flavour.
夏日的午后，轻轻地推开门，满院子晾着刚洗过的衣服，飘起的裤脚和扬起的裙摆间，飘出一阵阵轻轻的淡香。母亲在躺椅上小憩，夏日的栀子热烈的绽放着，就绽放在母亲的旁边。蓦然那颗飘忽于课业与升学间的心倏地咣当落地，过往瞬间清晰，记忆里，最不能忘记的是母亲的味道。
The most intuitionistic feeling maternal flavour is to be on my dress. Often smell is worn of that silk weak sweet, gutty and familiar with kind. Fine hearing the sort of flavour finely, without the intoxicate of perfume of orchid cardamom seed, those who do not have delicate and charming rose is fragrant, of curve of canthus of the mother in letting me experience Shao Hua to die gradually however aged. Chun Quqiu comes jade points to a fine fine on the years hardships of a journey or of one's life with the full dip between gully. Successful when horse's hoof disease, the mother reminds in the Yan Yan of side side, life is alive when asymmetry meaning, one that when always do not drop off beside is not warm from what do not abandon. I know clearly, the youth of mother of my spirit away uses as the capital of my gold years, if composition fruit is again junior ignorant go prodigal, I look for less than allowing why expression and excuse.
最直观的感受母亲的味道是在我的衣服上。每每嗅着那丝丝的淡香，都有种熟悉与亲切。细细的闻着那种味道，没有兰蔻香水的醉人，没有娇艳玫瑰的馥郁，却让我感受到韶华渐逝中母亲眼角曲线的苍老。春去秋来间纤纤玉指上沟壑间浸满的岁月风霜。春风得意马蹄疾时，母亲在耳畔的殷殷提醒，人生在世不称意时，身边总不散去的那一缕不离不弃的温暖。我清楚的知道，我偷走母亲的青春用作我黄金岁月的资本，如作文果再年少无知的去挥霍，我找不到任何的措辞与借口。
This is maternal flavour, thousands of words changes filar silk weak sweet enter the atrium that is stationed in me sadly.
这就是母亲的味道，千言万语化作丝丝淡香悄然入驻我的心房。
I do not know the mother is how this kind of flavour of modulation. The dosage that washs the dress and soap takes the just in time that hold, a minute not much also, a minute not little also. The taste that takes sunshine is kneaded between nylon and fiber. The mother ferments with the temperature of finger tip and effort for all these, the portion reachs Jiashangyi really the flavor of pure mother love, brewed this particular flavour.
我不知道母亲是怎样调制的这种味道。洗衣服与肥皂的用量都拿捏的正好，一分也不多，一分也不少。尼龙与纤维间揉进阳光的味道。母亲用指尖的温度与力气为这一切去发酵，加上一份至真至纯的母爱的香料，便酝酿了这独有的味道。
Perhaps all the year round of sunshine changing by force infirmly, the sort of washing powder and soap is changing, but the flavour that changeless is a mother.
也许一年四季阳光的强弱在变，洗衣粉与肥皂的种类在变，但不变的是母亲的味道。
My general feeling slowly pack up, watching the mother that just awakes, the mother rises took aside of Cape jasmine sway, fall below a few snow-white leaf. The flower leaves reticent, castingly is phonic, have a kind of taste, you gently the origin that one smell knows it, have a kind of taste, can diffuse beside your all the time, because of maternal flavour, deadline is forever.
我将思绪缓缓的收起，注视着刚刚醒来的母亲，母亲起身带起了一旁栀子的摇曳，落下几片雪白的花瓣。花开无言，掷地有声，有一种味道，你轻轻一嗅便知道它的来源，有一种味道，会一直在你的身边弥漫，因为母亲的味道，期限是永远。(文/石林格)